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At last I make my final journey home.
Black horses lead where I have asked to go -
Reflections of the past my mind would fill.
The depth of pain no-one can ever see.19 lines, 11 comments, on Aug 8 4:12 PM 2007
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Don’t offer words to warm my hardened soul. / No soft caress can bring me back to life. / I’ve stayed too long, with thoughts of death my g
